Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.